The Beauty of Winter


The beauty of winter never lives within the color white

or in the silence of snowflakes surrounding, swirling

around our heads as chrystals

take shape in mid-air.

The beauty of winter

is usually found in the peace

we hold in our hearts,

sacred prayers

from the quiet within.

Well, I guess snow

is quite beautiful too.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies


It Snowed Again Today


It snowed again today, winter surrounding the autumn flame. He put on his hat and coat, remembering his younger days running, falling down, sledding down Tucker’s Hill.

He just stood there, feeling the silence falling, even though he was older now, he suddenly had an idea, involving a trashcan lid and the thrill of sliding down – Grandma’s Mountain.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

If I Was the Wind


If I was the wind My Love, I would come to you so softly, not merely brushing your cheek

but encircling you, embracing your spirit, lifting your head as you catch your breath,

gazing heavenward, and we would dance until you are released and we both flew

through the forest touching briefly the branches covered with snow

now within our souls as we ascend into the blue

 where we would so boldly plant ourselves

into the clouds, where we belong

so completely.


Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies